I slept for ten hours last night, and woke with a strong recollection of one of my dreams. It was a performance-anxiety dream--you know, where you stand in front of an audience and you've actually got no idea what to do. In this dream, I started singing before three hundred people. I was singing in Greek, which is a complete mystery to me. Anyway, I woke with such a feeling of gratitude that it had not actually happened. I had not, in fact, flown to Pennsylvania and done and said all those perfectly absurd things. I was safe in the cocoon of my home in Colorado. Still, I was sorry not to have seen all those happy people I dreamed about, or smelled the odor of vodka from a clutch of Russians, or learned about such exotic forms as the pantaloon....
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